it’s not for us to talk about. so we wash our thoughts with alure. let’s pretend to walk with smiling thoughts. purple isn’t fucking pure. how heavy breathing leaves no path- It’s your modern world. So we beat our selves some more.

I can’t be the only one having these dreams. I was standing on a bluff a few hundred feet above the ocean. The approaching wave was level with my head. The wave behind that was trying to block the sun. The people on the beach below are oblivious. No one ran. In this dream there was a mountain behind me. -I can’t be the only one.